#the red spider lily blooms before dawn

[fallenangelflonne]

some more akemis!

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[cityspiderlily]

A young man was walking in the street as the dawn was settled in slowly in the sky, the chilly wind was hitting his face making him adjust his scarf for more warm…oh March was such a tricky month with both of the sunny days and the cold weather.

then the man stopped something catching his attention and it was the most beautiful garden he ever seen. Those spider lily were quite gorgeous with they’re delicate petals and those deep shade of red…and those roses slowly blooming with the rays of sunshine hitting the garden subtly. A lovely vision that he wished to paint, ce jardin endormi.*

Justin didn’t hear the step of someone coming.

*sleeping garden.*

Red roses, white rose, yellow roses, roses of all different colors. Tulips of all color combinations just starting to bloom. Red, white, and pink carnations, different cosmos, daffodils. The breeze swept through, dancing the blooms and carrying the sound of humming through the air.

Joseph walked out of his house, sun hat and work clothes on, humming as he carried a large trash bag in his arms. Today he'd finally had everything ready to fertilize the garden again, and even add a new chunk to see if he could grow a few azaleas in this soil.

He paused his humming when it hit him there was another man on his lawn. Oh? They must have been drawn to the flowers.

Joseph adjusted the bag in his arms as he walked up. "Another gardener come to admire the forest?" he called out with a faint tease. He set the bag down and dusted off his gloves. "You came at an interesting time.

"Have we met before?"

[tohokuu]

phantom regret - choi san

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warnings : public sex. fingering. degradation. dumbification. marking. one use of daddy. one mention of weed.

wc : literally i’m half asleep idk

a/n : i keep listening to dawn fm

something about san shoving you in a bathroom stall while you’re at the club. hiking your little mini dress up because he couldn’t stand you getting so fucking close to wooyoung and yunho.

“princess, seems like you don’t know who you belong to.” while he’s snaking his fingers around your throat and pulling your panties aside but oh !

no panties ? what a fuckin whore you turned out to be !

theres a glint in san’s eyes when he feels no panties. his hand getting tighter around your throat as he presses against you. his dick rubbing against your thigh.

“it’s like you were planning on fucking someone other than me tonight.”

your eyes teared up. “n-no, sannie. swear it was an accide-“

but poor you :( making stupid mistakes even now.

“an accident ? baby, im pretty sure i don’t accidentally forget to wear boxers on my way to work.”

you didn’t even have a chance to respond before he plunged two fingers inside you. they curled perfectly to rub against the spot inside you. your knees felt like jelly and if it weren’t for san holding onto you, you would’ve fell right to the floor.

your tongue long lolled out and eyes went cross. truly looking stupid for your sannie. his blonde hair was painted pink and purple under the club bathroom lights. sweat ran down his brow and glitter coated the lids of his eyes. he looked ethereal even when he was beyond pissed at you.

“so fucked out already ? just over my fingers.” he babbled on and on about how you were so stupid for him. you tuned everything out, just listening to best friends playing in the distance, his heavy breathing, and the embarrassing squelch between your legs.

his thumb rubbed your clit furiously as he bent down to mark you. red splotches blooming like spider lilies on your neck and shoulder. your eyes rolled back as your orgasm got closer.

“s-sannie.. ‘m so fuckin’ close, baby.” you moaned, squeezing his shoulders a little tighter. “are you, baby ? i can fuckin feel it.” he responded back.

your orgasm got closer and closer, beginning to feel like you were going to be hit by a wave of euphoria. your hips shook in his hold, eyes rolling back and nails digging further into his shoulders.

“san ! san, th- think ‘m gonna cum.” you cried out. his circles got faster, rubbing over your clit as he was determined to make you as fucked out as he wanted. you couldn’t shake ass for yunho and then act like an innocent baby in front of him.

“yeah, cum for me. cum all over daddy’s fingers.”

just as he asked, you came all over his fingers. you wet even the insides of your dress and the edges of his cuff. your eyes rolled back until all you saw was white, a high hitting you better than any weed you and san smoked together.

you left crescents on his shoulders, hips shaking uncontrollably as he continued to rub you through your orgasm.

“aw, you came so much.” he giggled. “slut.” he spat right after, putting his fingers inside your own mouth, making you taste your essence.

you licked it all up like a good girl, knowing he’d be mad if you didn’t. “what a cute doll.” he told you. san kissed your cheek, pulling you into him as you hung limp from the orgasm, unable to act out any longer.

just what he intended to do.

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⁂ shigaraki tomura x reader. (old god shigaraki & female reader)  ❝ gods cannot love mortals. ❞

Similar to the seasons, death changes.

There are whispers of an ancient deity that descends when it is someone's time to go. Who appears when men fall in war, in sickness or in their own beds rattling their last breath.

The name of his is unspoken, for he has wandered the earth for years, collecting souls, leaving death and destruction in his wake. An omen of some kind, similar to the caw of a crow. He will exist.

He will be there and he will wait.

Death himself comes for her in early autumn, when the trees are bare, the branches similar to skeletal fingers pushing up from the earth; the leaves stuck wet to the ground after a morning of rain.

She is cleaning, yukata rolled to her legs and sleeves tied in tasuki to keep from getting wet from the splash of water. It was simple, an easy mistake. She suddenly missteps when she goes back to refill the bamboo tub, falling in head first into the freezing stream.

The locals, the people in her village warned her the water is vicious for its current. The current had stolen a child not too long ago, the mother’s wailing echoes could still be heard throughout the mountain. Water fills her lungs, suffocating her, as her head knocks against a rock.

She is now at the mercy of the beast, and she hopes the river deity will spare her. When she resurfaces much later she has blacked out, unknowing what or who had saved her.

She remembers the abyss; white and red.

And the face of a man who crumbles.

--

Her mother tells her she lived because he had spared her.

“Who, mother?”

“Death,” she says simply. “He can be merciful.”

She listens carefully while the porridge cooks, the smell delicious. She grips the rag between her fists tightly, and she thinks she has seen the face of death. He is very similar to a human.

Curiosity gets the best of her. “Is he always alone?”

Mother is quiet for sometime, she’s not sure she may have heard her. Until she finally responds. “Yes, always.”

--

She sees death when he takes the soul of an old man in her village, the grieving of the family being heard as others come out of their huts to see the mourning, and she sees him.

Death is there, and he comes with the snow in winter, so unlike when he comes in spring or in summer. The frost creeps into her lungs, as she watches him, holding firewood close to her chest.

The old man by his side as Death looks at her, his spider lily eyes holding hers, as if enchanted; and she feels the tickle of snow on her cheek.

She does not cry, but her heart feels heavy. How many more people will he leave with?

--

Death stumbles upon her; she is kneeling, gazing up at the old chestnut tree, and when he hears her calling he comes. She has believed in him.

“Do you take away my people?” She asks him, her hands on her thighs, talking to this deity who has been known for so long. The tale whispers about him being the one who appears when death and destruction are at bay. In the middle of battlefields, always by a sea of corpses he steps through. She is not afraid of him, perhaps she should be.

The branches shiver, light splaying through.

He is there and he does not speak.

Her voice shakes, her fists tightening. The feeling of pain gripping her throat. “Where do you take the dead?”

Tomura responds, in a tone crisp like winter. “Home.”

--

His voice is the hiss of a snake, coiled deep around her throat; a warning. “This is a small mercy.” He had been there when the cliff near her almost swept her away, he had come just in time as she thought of him. He had heard her heart.  

She cannot deny him, it is true that all the chances he has given her have been at best, luck. Or maybe it is him saving her. This she does not want to believe. He has saved her many times but has not spared her people. She should despise him.

Her voice is steel and iron, “you have given me many.”

He looks at her, taken aback as if she had slapped him. She exposes him like a wound, she realizes this much too late.

“The last time,” he reminds her, tone poisonous.

--

She has not seen him since the leaves have changed and at dawn he comes to her, underneath the large chestnuts. The wicker basket has fallen, she cannot bear to look.

“Who have you come for?” Her question is lost in the breeze, tears wet against her cheeks.

She is tired of fighting, of trying to fight off death himself (she has not fought him, she has welcomed him) who has come every time the season changes and for the people in her village. For the people she loves.

He has come anyway. Despite no one believing in him, praying to him; except for her and her mother. She hoped he would listen.

“Do not ask such things if you wish to not know the answer,” his tone is cold but his eyes burn against her back; skin prickling at the heat.

She exhales heavily, breath shuddering. She has cried for hours knowing her mother's time is soon. Deep in her heart she has known he will come anyway.

“Please,” she cries gently, then with much more pain, “please don’t take her away.”

Tomura cannot hold her to that. No more. It is time. “You know already.”

Her chin quivers, trying so hard to be strong. “Then answer me this, when will you take her?”

He thought it was obvious enough, but he will give her what she asks. Only this time; always this time.

“At dawn.” Then with much more promise, “I am coming for her at dawn.” If it is this morning or the next or the next. She does not know.

--

She remembers the first time she saw his face, covered in a mess of hair, bright and glowing like starlight. His eyes redder than the spider lilies that bloom across the meadows. They say the meaning behind those flowers is rebirth, to say goodbye. He is clad in all black, the fabric wrapping around him tattered from travel.

“What is your name?” Her knees are touching soft grass beneath her, dewy from the morning. Her heart pounds considerably louder when his footsteps have quieted.

“Tomura,” it is said like a breeze, so gentle that it carries.

She swallows, curious about his name, so she speaks it and the tree branches bend against the power it holds. Leaves fall changing to brown. The wind howls quietly, slipping by through her hair and face.

“Why have you come here, Tomura?” The wind swirls above.

He approaches, shadowed by the shade. “I come to know.”

“Know? Of what?” She turns her head in a peculiar way, eyes full of wonder. How odd for a deity to make themselves known to a human. So many times this god of death and destruction has done this. So many times he has hid in the shadows of mourning.

“Of things I seek and do not understand.”

Her heart trills like a songbird.

“Am I something you seek and do not understand?”

It is brave to ask such things, the temperature has dropped considerably and the birds have stopped singing. Everything has grown quiet, even the god near her.

“Yes,” and he is gone, she turns quickly to see and notices the patch of brown earth where he stood, the lush green that surrounded him, had paid the price.

--

She has prayed to Tomura, the god of death and destruction to protect her people, he has not forsaken them. He has saved them despite the bitter feeling of grief still anew. The loss of her mother, the old man, and so many more. All of it is painful. Living is painful.

Home, he had said. He takes them to a place where they can rest peacefully is what he promised, but she cannot help but wonder if he had created this, or if this was how life always is.

Death is a cycle.

--

She dreams of a large hand, of a wasteland surrounding her; she wanders the terrain filled with nothing, and she sees him. White hair and dark cloak billowing in a wind she cannot feel.

“Tomura?” She calls, and he does not turn, he stands there. When she reaches him he has slowly become dust, withering in the wind, sweeping past her.

She is suffocating from the particles as it wraps around her. She awakens, the fire put out in her home, smoke rising, the fabric of her bedding stuck to her sweaty body. She knows what her dream is about.

He will soon be gone.

--

“Will you die?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I fade away.”

“When?”

“Soon.”

She runs to him, closing the distance, her embrace is tight against him, he can feel her heartbeat. Her time ticking slowly away.

She will die of old age. He will die because he loved.

She breathes close; warm breath near his ear, and he sighs. He has dreamed of this. Tomura’s mind goes elsewhere during nights away. He has always dreamed of her.

Her soul he has spared, slowly collecting the surrounding ones. She knew this, yet here she is, with him.

He is feared and known. She is a human.

Gods cannot love mortals.

“Live for me,” she gasps against him. “Fight and live,” she begs, her body shaking with guilt. She has unknowingly brought his end.

“I cannot.”

“What can I give you in exchange? My soul?” He exhales, sounding close to a laugh, a smile cracking his lips.

“I will not allow that exchange.”

She pulls away, eyes filled with bitter tears, and she has never looked more brilliant than ever. She is alive.

He longs to touch her like he has often wished of doing.

So he does. Fingers, crumbling slowly; he touches her cheek, and she is so surprised to find it warm; soothing like the summer sun.

She leans into it, wishing she could have this moment forever.

“Your name—“ she stops, then touches his face, his hair, his lips. Caressing all of him.

“Tomura means to mourn,” he says, eyes glittering.

“I will mourn you, yes,” she promises, his arms wrap around her waist, hands moving towards her shoulder blades. How long has he lived without this? Centuries. Her lips brush close to his temples, “but I will love you always.”

Tomura leans in close, foreheads pressed together, lips breadths apart.

“And I you.”

--

She awakens in the forest holding nothing but black fabric.

--

When it is her time to go from this earth, she is old and weary. She had grandchildren, marrying a kind farmer who passed before her. In her seat she stares out where the chestnut trees stand tall, woven in branches.

The blossoms from nearby waft in the wind. It is her time to go, she grips the piece of black fabric she has held onto.

She closes her eyes, and she rests peacefully, her heart stuttering to a halt.

The way it is painless, as it wraps around her; darkness is not as the stories say; it is not unforgiving. The tunnel of light she moves through as she is back in the wasteland from a dream she had years ago.

Tomura stands tall, cape billowing in a windless desert. She gasps, tears streaming down her face as he is turned to her. Not like the dream of where he seemed so far, but now he is so close.

She goes to him, embracing him once more.

“Welcome back,” she says against his chest, he holds her tightly, no longer crumbling.

“I have been here and I have waited,” his voice is still rough like wood being scraped.

He wraps her close, his hands still warm like sunlight, hair bright and eyes similar to spider lilies.

“You are human?” She asks, pulling away to look at him, eyes searching his features, he still looks the same since the last time she saw him all those years ago.

“Deities are born from humans,” he states, “we are one and the same.”

Her tears are wiped gently with his thumb, fingers gliding across her neck and collarbone. This closeness he has missed.

She grabs his hand and presses her lips to each finger. Tomura no longer takes, he has given and given until her soul found his. They were born for this moment, she no longer hears the sorrowful noise of cicadas in the summer sun, silence has never felt more welcoming.

It is not harsh or lonesome, they have one another.

“I kept a part of you with me,” she confesses against his cheek, and his hands glide down her back, the feeling of her he has craved for years since he left.

He keeps her so close that they could become one. “And you can continue to do so, as long as you stay with me,” he murmurs.

Her breath fans his hair as she brushes her fingers through the locks. “Always and forever.” She is finally home with him.

The promise between god and human has been made, and they stay like this for eternity.

[1-mini-1]

My Analysis on Mafumafu’s “Manjushage”

Get ready to learn way more about Manjushage than you actually need to (or want to) know.

In a weird turn of events, I ended up writing my term paper for my Chinese poetry class on Manjushage. I was wondering if the song was more “Chinese-y” just because of the music style and Chinese lines, but learned through my dumb analysis that yeah Mafumafu did an insanely good job on implementing Chinese themes into it. What a smart boi. Anyways, I’m rewriting it here in a more fun to read and more basic format.

So the first reference we have is the “land of paradise” (華胥の国, “Kashou no Kuni”) in the first line, which refers to the land of Hua Xu (or Kashou in Japanese). This land was seen in a dream by the Yellow Emperor (also known as Huangdi, and is a deity/emperor believed to have ruled ancient China in like 2000 BC). In this land of paradise, no one died prematurely and they lived free from attachment, which is a Daoist ideal.

The next couple of lines, “A land of paradise when seasons blossom forth. In splendor, knowing no end / Swayed by the scent of peaches within a waking paradise”, introduce us to the most heavily referenced Chinese work in Manjushage, “The Peach Blossom Spring” by Tao Yuenming. Tao Yuanming is one of the most prominent poets in Chinese history, and is well known for his poems about peach trees and Daoist themes. His prose “The Peach Blossom Spring” recounts the story of a fisherman stumbling upon the land of Shangri La, another paradise of immortality and peace. Manjushage references the same sweet scent of grasses and peaches in “The Peach Blossom Spring” that lead to disillusionment.

“Paradise” is next mentioned in the song as 無何有の郷 (Mukau no Sato). The Japanese dictionary Kotobank defines this as “a natural, ideal village”. So even though I can’t find a satisfactory English definition for this word (cause yeah “paradise” doesn’t cute it) anywhere, I’m 99% sure that it refers to a type of village described in the Zhuangzi, a foundational Daoist text. Unfortunately, I traveled back home for winter break and don’t have my copy of the Zhuangzi on hand to double check and quote from, but one part of it talks about how the ideal village in Daoism is small and natural, where you can hear dogs barking and roosters crowing from the next town over (cause it’s so small and quiet everywhere).

I guess that since I’ve brought up Daoism so much in this I should probably explain some stuff about it for those that are unfamiliar with it. Basically, it’s a Chinese philosophy and is where stuff like Yin and Yang came from. The whole point of it is to become one with the “Dao” or “The Tay”. It’s like The Force in Star Wars (kind of but not really DETAILS ARE HARD). To be one with the Dao you need to be balanced and go with the flow, but if you think you understand the Dao then lol you probably don’t because the universe is complicated af. Also, Daoists are really into trying to become immortal (hence why everyone in these Daoist “paradises” I mentioned before are all immortal and chill). But yeah let’s just go with this basic explanation.

ANYWAYS, seasons are also important in Chinese poetry and are referenced a lot in Manjushage. From what I understand, seasons carry the same meaning in both classical Japanese and Chinese poetry because the Tang dynasty popularized poetry in Japan. Since Manjushage talks about love, let me explain how love is portrayed in poetry using seasons. In spring, you fall and love and everything is dandy and flowers are blooming and everything is perfect. Summer is when you’re actually going out and everything is stable. Autumn is death and falling out of love and pain. And then winter is like your heart has frozen over.

In Manjushage, the peach blossoms represent spring (because that’s when they bloom). Summer is referenced in the lines that say “Water lilies that bloomed, unknowing” and “Amusement reflected on the water’s surface”. These two lines have a crap ton in common with “The Ballad of Four Seasons” written by Li Bai, probably the most famous Chinese poet and also a hardcore Daoist. “The Ballad of Four Seasons” also mentions “Lovely lotus lilies blossom flowers” and a Mirror Lake. Water lilies illustrate beauty and purity stemming from dirty origins (the mud), and the reflections on the water are a direct reference to this Mirror Lake. Autumn is referenced in Manjushage in the line that says “shedding tears with the full moon”. The moon traditionally references Fall because of the Moon Festival that takes place mid-autumn in China and is also referenced in “The Ballad of Four Seasons ohohoho).

So all of that’s really cool and stuff but what’s REALLY cool is how Mafumafu uses this symbolism in Manjushage. Instead of having these seasons as mutually exclusive, he blends all of them together to create a new meaning that works perfect for this song. Manjushage is all about falling into temptation for a temporary happiness. He constantly contrasts purity and depravity (such as when he asks, “Am I a peach blossom? Or a red spider lily?”) but also shows how everything is a cycle. This can especially be seen when he states, “The coming of spring, shedding tears with the full moon”. Spring could not come without the pain of Autumn, but likewise “The bitterness of the peaches today- brought by a spring nourished by tears” shows that while young love appears sweet at first, it is ultimately bitter because it is always destined to fail. What a Mafumafu thing to think. This use of opposing symbolism (spring and autumn, peach blossoms and spider lilies) reinforces the strong Daoist theme in the song because, similar to Yin and Yang, there is a balance and cycle to all things.

Ok, finishing up this long rant, I just want to mention some other small things that showcase how well Mafumafu researched his stuff. Funnily enough, most classical Chinese poetry,especially in the Tang dynasty, was written about women and courtesans, so Manjushage hits that nail on the head. Also, I’m not sure if this was intentional, but the line, “Cast it all away, until dawn steals away night” shows an ellipsis of time, which is a common literary device in Han poetry. For those unfamiliar with Chinese geography, the Yellow River mentioned in Manjushage is the second largest river in China.

So yeah. My conclusion is that Mafumafu’s smart lol.

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Blank Canvas - Jonah Clemence x Alice

FLASH FIC EVENT

Request: Jonah + Colored Soulmate AU + "Paint with me" by @annriell

Genre: Fluff!

Word count: 598 words

Notes: I'm starting to like writing Jonah and I hope I did his character justice (;﹏;)

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The world in your eyes was nothing but black and white with a sliver of blue, green and yellow. The lack of colors dulled your gleeful personality sometimes, you wanted to see the world as beautifully as the others see it.

Sirius, the man who helped you see green for the first time, was kind enough to teach you what the colors would look like using flowers and plants. He gave you a quick list of flowers and what their colors would commonly be.

Blue would be the colors of larkspur and blue star — you saw this when you met Fenrir and Seth, the majestic hue from your best friends livens the colors of the army.

The leaves of the bushes and trees taught you the what the color Green looked like after meeting Sirius. The older man was like your brother.

Sunflowers, dahlias, and yarrows were usually Yellow and unfortunately, you saw this color the moment you met Lancelot.

You see the primary colors but you still lacked one — Red, for your soulmate.

Roses, spider lilies, carnations, and poinsettias don't hold their meanings when all you could see was gray. You see couples giving these flowers to each other on special occasions, bright smiles and lips muttering, my dearest red.

Walking around the street, you see a glimpse of a man with odd hues before he disappeared around the corner. Was that red? You took a quick glance by the carnation flowers that sat conveniently at the flower box on a shop display. Pink, you remember. The man's shirt was pink. The petals' vivid colors washed away the gray tint and your feet started running.

Pink were the colors of your first significant crush.

"Sir, please wait!" You followed the man with the different colored shirt down the street but he doesn't hear you. You were not going to lose him, delusional it may seem, but the little chance that pink would grow to red pushed you to pursue him. The heels of your shoes clicked fast and loud down the cobblestones and this gets his attention. "Please, wait!"

Yellow eyes.

The amber lids grow wide when he sees you and you stop at a safe distance from him. "Alice?" He breathlessly takes in the sight of you.

"Queen Jonah?" You gulp.

"Pink." He blinks several times before he looks over his shirt. Your heart raced when you realize that he saw the same colors for the first time as you did. "..and Red?"

Your breath hitches in your throat and you see the splash of a deeper color painting the accents of his clothing, your eyes immediately flickering to the roses held by a frail old man. The color paints the beautiful flower to life and you were sure that it was him — your soulmate and your first love.

"My dear, paint with me." Jonah stands in front of you and bows gracefully, taking your hand in his ever so gently. "Let us paint the white roses red, crimson shall finally run through our veins and dawn would break with such radiance for eternity. Paint with me a world so wonderful, and I promise to cherish every other color that spills onto this blank canvas with you and only you."

The Queen of Hearts places a gentle kiss on your knuckle, movements fluid and refined — a true gentleman and your heart flutters in admiration. "My dearest red bloom, will you accept?" He looks up at you with such raw affection in his eyes and the world finally comes to life.

"I do."

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Thank you so much for the support!

Requests for flash fic event is still open! ♡

[tribesoflandandsky]

TIMESKIP EVENTS:

Five Moons Ago

- Upon realization of the missing Forsaken, Windrunner assembled her tribe to move out. When Blooming Ember expresses her rage, their home started caving in. In a hurry to flee, Wind Tribe lost Thrush. Before the journey leaves their old territory, Windrunner names Smoke Trail Shadow Fox, and Dusks Light as Outrunners.

- During the Summer Solstice, strange cats lingered in the forest. When several cats were recognized as Hollow Cats by newer tribe members, they were welcomed into the tribes. They were allotted the day to involve themselves in tribe activity to see the tribes way and see they would do them no harm. At the end of the day, they were asked to choose a tribe to go to and call their new home. That night while others split up and told stories, Echo went to the leaders and warned them of Wind Tribe. During the solstice, Rex Solis kits go to the leaders before departure and ask to join Water Tribe together. Their own friends ask the same request. Brae Burn is named a full Stone-Claw after his winning a sparring contest against Dusk Wings.

- Accepting the request, Raven Shadow, Soot Fire, and Salamander Thorns leave Leaf Tribe. Ember Hold and Fire Trail leave Mountain Tribe. Evening Spider and Brae Burn excitedly welcome them, and accepts Echo into Water Tribe. Coyote Flight joins Leaf Tribe.

- Pale Moth listened to Echos warning and slipped away to hear Storms tale. Hearing how Hollow cats had been held captive and others betrayed their home she started working on planning vengeance. She reached out to Nightcry and promised retribution against Wind Tribe.

(Day After Summer Solstice)

- After Flying Dove had accepted them at the Summer Solstice, in Mountain Tribe, Lavender is named a Sky Watcher and takes the name Heather Trail Under Frost; Storm is named a Talon Guard and renamed Wrath of Raging Storm. Blackreach becomes a Talon Guard named Reach of Black Bears Shadow. lazing Lily is named a Talon Guard. Nightcry is named a Prey Runner as Cry in Dark Nights Shadow. Swift Bee is named the Prey Runner Sting Of Swift Bee. Sun too is named a Prey Runner.

- Ice Fire is named Ice Flashing in Fires Light and Snow Stone is named Snow Clouds Settling on Stone in Water Tribe.

Four Moons Ago

- As Wind Tribe travels, they lose Turtle and Amber Moon to a turn of sickness. Windrunner becomes more determined to press the tribe to their rightful home. When they arrive they come on a night of the full moon. In a hurried attempt, Windrunner names the young cats Watchers and assigns them all.

- Smoke Trail is named a Gazer and given to Night Screech.

- Willow Cliff is named a Talon Listener under Hunting Lion. Pine Feather, Aspen Leaf, and Ash Breeze are assigned to Hunting Bear, Flying Dove and Crying Wolf respectively. Misty fully leaves the nursery and is named Mist Rushing Over Water as a Talon Guard. Singing Crow however passes over night from an illness they had been battling since the solstice.

- Wind Tribe sends Shadowglen and Hawthorn in charge of a small party to spy on the first Tribe they find; Water Tribe, during a Full Moon storm. While the older cats attended the Gathering, many of the non-Stone-Claws stay behind due to the weather. They are caught by Hemlockstorm and a fight breaks out. Wave runs to help defend the Nursery and gets involved; and the two young cats fall into the river. Hemlock chases Shadowglen off before hurriedly looking for Wave. Howl Wind and Silver Night jump into the freezing water but cannot find either of the young cats. Both fall ill; but the tribe is warned of rogues upon Evening Spiders return. Wind Tribe only sees the tribes ferocity and Windrunner plans her next attacks. Howl Wind passed that night.

- Fire Trail, Soot Fire, Ember Hold, Raven Shadow, Dancing Snake and Fox Ripple are all named full Stone-Claws for defending the camp. Shell Breeze, Storm Whisper, Sedge Snake, Falcon Breeze, Rock Strike, Owl Talon, Maple Shadow, Sun Frost, Rime Dapple and Pike Break are all promoted to Bone-Claws to start their training against this new threat.

- Water Tribe is ambushed a few days later during Silver Nights funeral near the river side; the illness had gotten to her fast. Hemlockstorm dies defending Softpetal from a fatal blow. A small patrol from Leaf Tribe heard the commotion and hurried in, losing Night Screech, Dusk Wings, and Fox Spark in the fight as Wind Tribe flees.

- Mouse Bite takes over Smoke Trails training after Night Screeches funeral.

-Hawthorn is found several days later and kept in camp to recover.

Three Moons Ago

- The three leaders get together and send messengers. The tribes believe they are working together when Echo steps forward again and with the Forsaken and former Hollow cats confirm this is in fact Wind Tribe - cats who believe they are entitled to land. The former Forsaken confess they were once apart of Wind Tribe but we’re casted out or left. Echo reveals their secret - that Wind Tribe will only attack at night and are probably hiding in a dark spot.

- Patrols are sent during the day to look through the territories to find a spot they may be hiding. Several tunnels are spotted just outside their territory and inside sacred land.

- Wind Tribe launches an attack against a joint patrol that Rat Gaze and Evening Spider led in the unclaimed territory to advocate for peace. Shadowglen is killed as is one of Windrunners lives. Wind Tribe is forced to retreat into the tunnels and lose Root Light from Mountain Tribe in the tunnels.

- The Wind Tribe Cats work their way to Mountain Tribes Cave through hidden tunnels in the back of their cavern, and take the fight to unexpecting cats. Pine Feather, Aspen Leaf, and Ash Breeze are all injured badly before fleeing and later pass from infection, bleeding out, and shock.

- Mountain Tribe moves their camp in fear of the tunnels being infiltrated and are invited to share the island Leaf Tribe calls home. Leaf Tribe also invites Water Tribe into their territory and offers that those too young or recovering stay in the island.

- A team of Tribe cats lead by Flying Dove were sent to try and distract Wind Tribe cats from the battle. Side by side, they were surrounded by Wind Tribe. Windrunner had them captured and brought to their strong hold. When Windrunner made Flying Dove an offer to turn her territory over or die, Flying Dove commanded a final attack as FREE Tribe cats. Ash Storm, Tiger Fang die in the fight. Otter Chase died trying to defend Flying Dove to get her to escape, however Flying Dove refused to leave her friends side and left way for others to flee.

- Sky Shadow, injured and bleeding, helped by Dancing Snake and Fox Ripple, reaches the Tribe Alliance and gives word of what happened. Hunting Bear takes charge of Mountain Tribe. She turns to Kestrel Flight and appoints him as Head Prey Runner and asks Hunting Lion to work in her rank as Head Talon Guard place in the meantime. Dancing Snake and Fox Ripple are named full Stone-Claws.

Two Moons Ago

- Singing Bison in Mountain Tribe is promoted as a full Talon Guard named Bison that Sings Against the Wind after fighting a fight along the border against Wind Tribe. Snake Strike however died during the fight. Goat Horn, Red Hornet and Leaping Frog are named Rushers after the fight as well.

- Eagle Heart and Night Hunter pass in their sleep where all the cats staying out of the war stayed on Leaf Tribes island.

Last Moon

- Windrunner throws a final challenge- Wind Tribe is on edge and starting to feel very unsure about this idea and she’s afraid to lose her leadership. They all meet in a large meadow at the base of sacred territory. She demands the other three tribes give some of their territory to her so she can bring her tribe home from their unjust exile. After all the pain she caused, they refuse. The final fight breaks out, Hare Stone, Hunting Lion, Puddle Ripple, and Lake Frost from Mountain Tribe are lost. Hail Cloud, Rose Petal, Singing Rain, Elk Heart, and Salmon Stream from Leaf Tribe are lost too. Brae Burn dies protecting Dancing Snake. Several (NPCs) are lost from WindTribe as well. The cats all come to a standstill when Evening Spider, Rat Gaze and Windrunner fall. Hunting Bear cries the battle off, and cats bring their leaders to the edge of the meadow to help y’all them back, all on guard. Hunting Bear takes charge of the three tribes while the leaders recover, Sunfury doing the same for the Wind.

- Hunting Lions death is confirmed and Hunting Bear gives Willow Cliff to Singing Bison to train.

- The three leaders face each other in the afterlife, waking in the center of the same meadow. All those who passed during this war face them, haunting reminders of all the lives lost during this battle. Four faint outlines pad forward, circling them. They told the three of how they came to be, whispered to them the secrets of the tribes, whispered a final prophecy for them to pass on to “the flame of the night” before demanding that the four exist together to face a bigger challenge to come. When the three woke up, their bodies had been moved - Wind Tribe had taken Windrunner back to their stronghold and the others back inside Leaf Tribes borders.

- Evening Spider finally cracks under pressure of the war and retires, leaving Cougar Claw as leader. She refuses to pass on the secrets the ancients shared with her. Pale Moth seeks out a more simple mind and fakes a sign that names Dawn Shadow the Star-Claw. Evening Spider disappears, having found Robin Sky and runs away with her from the war.

- The day after the battle, Spark Flash spots movement in the meadow, and reports to Rat Gaze. Wind Tribe returned there to bury the dead - all of them. Rat Gaze, Cougar Claw and Hunting Bear go and see that Ravens Eye, Sunfury and Windrunner are respectfully burying all Tribe cats the same way where they had fallen the night before. They agree to meet the next dawn there.

- At the final meeting in Meadow of Rest, Hunting Bear sees a flicker of flame dance in the flowers. Accepting the vision, she steps down to Talon Head and names Ember Night the new Cave Singer. Ember Night steps up immediately, and participated in the final decisions. The meadow would now be a place all who can be will be buried and mourned. The forest around it shall not be claimed by any. Wind Tribe would return to their old land, and the meadow just on the other side of the trees would be where the gatherings took place. However.... Wind Tribe would have to pay for the war they started. The other three leaders would come up with a reasonable demand by the next gathering for Windrunner to play.

- Flight Of Wily Coyote and Rabbit Running Through Fire join Mountain Tribe.

- Evening Spider returns to Water Tribe asking for forgiveness. Robin Sky has passed from a bad illness and feeling empty she returned home to seek meaning for life.